So thou wilt look upon me!
Gar. (to Gonzalez.) Nay, my lord!
We must be gone! Thou canst not bear it!
Gon. Peace!
Who hath told thee how much man’s heart can bear?
—Lend me thine arm—my brain whirls fearfully—
How thick the shades close round! My boy! my boy!
Where art thou in this gloom?
Gar. Let us go hence!
This is a dreadful moment!